i thought maybe today i could write a memory a longing from yesterday but only one word fell to the page even though i feel it all really everything right or wrong few words adequately define ghosts rustling in trees dark clouds in a pink sky dissipating before the blue…

it is so hard to love ourselves when we are not loved it is so hard to feel beautiful when we feel invisible it is so hard to speak when we are not heard it is so hard to grow when we are not nurtured it is hard not to…

if i could feel what you think if i could touch what you see if i could contemplate what you believe would you know me would you listen to my heart would you hear my silence would it matter to the world if we cozy up in retreat and yet…

before people were like roadmaps we traveled through their lives in stories sometimes we found an easiness there they felt like home that is If home can be defined i imagine a good life embraced this feeling over and over again and again today people are data shares and likes …

some one said to me your words that i read just yesterday sounded sad are you okay i smiled and looked at him my heart is love and the world is so sad i flow in my awareness in all that i feel what resonates is the real our exquisite…

it seems i live in endings maybe i should stop chasing what i want all the joy that plays in my head all the blooms that die too soon the baby birds that disappear leaving none the hummingbirds too gone too soon the empty thud that falls inside my chest …

am i fading are my colors growing dull are my clothes somewhat out of sync the frown lines etched around my eyes am i now like a broken vase will every flower be removed for a newer one am I invisible as i travel i do not mean anonymous i…

sometimes in the early morning hours i feel i am running late for things that cannot wait i feel anxiety taking hold i try to breath deeply but air escapes me i open the door i step outside no soul is near i look up at the stars twinkling in…

i searched for meaning in the world and i found sorrow i could not reconcile such an exquisite planet and so much heartbreak so much pain fabricated entirely by the soul by the hands of people i knew and by strangers i had never met i could not reconcile this …